This is a song about "Being a child growing up"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance

Growing up in the streets was easy

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Growing up as a kid, life can be tough

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

Growing up i had your posters o